Not not not (Maybe anouther not) a training topic; Wait... Knight?

[Barvok]

A hyperspace worthy spaceship had landed onto the landing pad; this ship was only gone for a day over a week. One day more than what it's renter was given from his Master, the Jedi Knight Huang. That setback did not worry him much as his master was watching him during this excursion; dropping the lion cub off the cliff to learn and experience the hardships of living but not being further than a yowls length away from it.

An hour passed, the Padawan retired to his quarters to reflect upon what had happened that last week. Suddenly, a head picked up and the blond tail that grew off his scalp jolted out of his clothing. "Did he say knight?" The boy asked himself questioningly, now setting off in random direction A to try and confirm what Huang had said.

 

[Will]

Huang sat in the gardens, observing the blooms that had recently come out. He had recently emerged from his training ring, where he was creating his secret form. He needed to meditate, and so took out his lightabre, going through simple Juyo steps to clear his mind.

 

[Barvok]

It didn't exactly take long for Chasted to find his master. It was just some sort of luck; rushing by the gardens to see him in the corner of his eye to see Huang's familiar lightsaber (And its hum) nearby. Nearing his goal, a bit winded, Chasted appeared before his master, "Wait... Master Huang; you said knight?"

 

[Will]

Without stopping, Huang nodded. ''I did. You are worthy of knight level. There is, however, one last thing to do. Construct your blade.'' He replied, swinging his own lightsabre in complex arcs as he got deeper into the meditation.

 

[Barvok]

Turning on the saber that Huang gave to him some time ago and looking at it and then turning it off, "I guess this one won't do for any real combat." Commenting on his weapon, with a shade of melancholy. "How might I..." He paused, that Miralukan, Banjo, I think his name was... How did he see? "Wait, master, one thing. I encountered a Miralukan, and wish to ask you to teach me one thing before you request my knighthood..." He paused, trying to think of a way to word what he wished to learn... "How they see the force?"

 

[Will]

''Such things take a long time for those whom are not born with it. SOme have tried, but we do not get the same quality of sight as the Mirakulans. They seem to send out the force, and all the information goes to the optical cortex. There are masters whom know more on the subject than a simple knight such as myself.'' Huang stopped. ''DO you wish for me to help you with the construction?'' He asked, turning his lightsabre off.

 

[Barvok]

Chasted nodded... His mind blanked out about half-way about the time he explained the optical cortex thing and began dreaming about seeing with the force. It took more than a few seconds to respond to Huangs offer; "Wait? What? Oh right," Mind being reeled back in, processing that final sentence,
"Where are the parts and how might I start?"

 

[Will]

''Obviously, everything bar the crystal is fabricated by your own hand. There are many planets with crystal caves, and i'm sure you'll be allowed to requisiton a jedi ship to find one. As for finding the items to fabricate your parts, the archive is the best place. Return here when you have everything. I'll be waiting. And yes, i will be here for days if necessary.'' Huang sat down, closing his eyes.

 

[Barvok]

((Hungry, hungry Huang...))

"Thank-you master Huang," the padawan bowed to his master and then left to do some self research in the library. Chasted planned to inquire the Jedi library master for several book and holocrones (If they exist) that are about lightsaber's components, known crystal caves and different modification's that could be done to the blade itself.

 

[Will]

Huang sat, letting his counsciousness wander slowly, expanding outwards ofver the gardens. He could fell small ripples inthe force: People moving. He sat and meditated, devising new and more potent moves for his secret form that would soon be presented to the masters...